FORTUNE-TELLER.
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LOVE-LIES-BLEEDING.
He’s a man worth any woman.
Shakspeare.
A body slight and round, like a pear
In growing; modest eyes, a hand, a foot
Lessening in perfect cadence, and a skin
As white and clean as privet when it flowers.
In growing; modest eyes, a hand, a foot
Lessening in perfect cadence, and a skin
As white and clean as privet when it flowers.
Tennyson.
